Down where this ugly man
Seeks his sustenance
Down in the blue, midnight flare

A glass hand cuts through the water
Scything into his twisted roots
Then from his eyes

Spring fireflies
Breathing life
Into a roaring disguise


Needles and sins, sins and needles
He's gasping for air

In the wishing well
Dust to rust, ashes to gashes
Hand around the killing jar


A soft hoodwink of shadow
The size of make-believe

Punches through his spike of rage
A glass hand cuts through the water
Snuffing out the magic fury


Then from inside
Bolt lightning cries

Swiftly crushed
The final, muffled sighs


Needles and sins, sins and needles
He's gasping for air
In the wishing well

Dust to rust, ashes to gashes
Hand around the killing jar


(Thanks to Ally665 for these lyrics)